Deepest, Darkest

In the deepest, darkest still of the night, that 'tween where night becomes day again or when the day is upon us but it is not yet light, sometimes I wake up and for an hour I think and think and think. It's hard to say how many different ramblings go through my mind, but I find this ends up being the time of clarity for me. Warm under blankets, listening to the odd sounds coming from the street, I can solve some of my biggest problems, conquer some of my deepest fears, confront my darkest secrets and confirm my deepest loves.